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[caddyman]

An awful night's sleep last night has left me washed out this morning. The broken sleep was attributable directly to rodent related activity at the far end of the room. Odd isn't it, that when you see a mouse on the Tube or in the street, it doesn't bother you in the slightest. Get one of the omnivorous little shit machines in your house and it's a different matter.

Hopefully tonight will be a little easier in the kip department.

And just to add to the bleary-eyed fun of Tuesday morning, I seem to be in snot monster mode again. It is only a little over a week since the last bout, but at least this seems to be a cold only rather than the ague like last time. It is still rather annoying, though.

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[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

*sympathy* I still remember having mice in the flat in Crouch End. Irritating rodents had a psychic knowledge of what I'd planned to have for tea and had invariably eaten it and crapped in the rest of it by the time I got home.

I could lend you a highly efficient cat or two, or you could try my patent humane trap, a box of cereal. When you notice the box rustling, take it out and catch a bus. Leave the box on the bus.

Or you could get conventional traps. I'd advise against poison given the heaps of stuff I recall chez caddyman (little sods hide before they die.)

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Oops. I have put poison down, but they don't seem impressed. At least the place isn't quite as untidy as it used to be. ;-)

I often think a cat would be choice, but one of the Polish Brigade had a kitten for a short time, but Mrs Z banished it once she realised it wanted to to more than just sit and be stroked - which rather ruins the point of having a cat, to my view. A good cat is bot a pet and an anti rident device, but she didn't seem to see it that way.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Whereas your American mouse will come staggering out to menace the person who poisoned it with its last breath, causing that person to jump unsteadily up onto furniture and nearly injure herself falling off of it again, appropriately enough.

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

Ah. The British mouse is more reserved, selecting the single most inaccesible place for its agonising death and subsequent decay. If enclosed hot water systems are available, so much the better: failing that, underneath the kitchen cupboards in a fitted kitchen.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

FYI, my new magic sleeping bullet is valerian root in gel-cap form. It's working pretty well so far.

[keresaspa.livejournal.com]

If you get anything like the Kleene-eeze catalogue (or whatever it is called) round your way they sell a device that lets out a noise that only rodents can hear when plugged into a socket. From what I've heard it works a treat on getting rid of mice, rats and rabbits (one to remember next time you get a plague of rabbits).

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

*nostaligic* I haven't had a mouse in the flat for ages. I think Eponine is slacking: she always used to bring them in to kill them in the comfort of her own home. On one occasion she even kept one in the cupboard as a pet for about three days before she eventually killed it.

Then again, I don't miss having to do the team hunting thing: when the mouse got under the sofa or behind the cooker I'd have to get Eponine set up and waiting on one side, whilst I poked the poor thing with a broom handle from the other side so it'd run out at her. It was always at the most inconvenient time possible, like when I had guests, or when I was about to go out. Then the guests look at me like I'm cruel...